Chapter Eight:
I've been surrounded with elegance and finery since my birth and this dormitory is no exception. The colors of the four houses blend perfectly and it shows the pride of this academy.
"It's beautiful." Francesca was always known to voice her opinion of things she found attractive and she was never wrong. The fireplace glows with warmth and I find myself compelled to sit on the embers and let my worries burst into flame. To do such a thing would be foolish for all that would happen is that my body would disintegrate and the ghosts of my troubles would plague some other poor innocent soul.
The power fire has over me has scared me and made me do terrible things. Ice has never been able to overpower heat. All I can do is melt.
"…and so, the girls' rooms are up the stairs to the left and the boys' are to the right. Please cooperate with each other and have a good night." How much have I missed? Well, I guess I'll find out sooner or later.
"Well, I'm going to sleep now… How about coming with me Cleo?" Raphael, always the forward one.
Cleo just crosses her arms and says, "Hell no." She always enjoys turning him down, but I can tell from the amusement in her eyes that she doesn't resent him as much as she lets off.
I retreat from the group to start up the left hand staircase. I'm going to need to find everything on my own. "Wait! Hermione!" Dean… Why don't you just give up?
"Yes?" I dread seeing his face, so I turn slowly. Something about him scares me.
"Will you meet me in the Astronomy Tower?" I urge to say no, but my mouth won't let me. His eyes are so beautiful… Midnight blue. Why not say yes?
"Of course. What time?" Mmm….
"One-thirty would be perfect Sierra."
"Excuse me?" Not so beautiful anymore.
"Hermione, one-thirty. Are you okay?" His is cold against my cheek as he begins stroking it softly. Beautiful once more.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'll see you then." He smiles and walks away. As soon as his eyes break away, I feel cold and empty. I need to see his eyes again. I need to...
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Sierra left. Perhaps she left for her room. It seemed that she was in a trance during Professor McGonagall's speech.
"Francesca, umm… I want to ask you something." Why does Blaise look so nervous? Ahh… well, I have to worry about Sierra right now.
"Sorry Blaise, I have to do something right now. Can you ask me later?"
"Yeah, sure." He looks kind of crestfallen. Hmm…
"Thanks!" I head towards the maple staircase and Dean walks past with a satisfied smirk on his face. How strange… Sierra stands at the top with a hungry look on her face. It's frightening. I've never seen her look like that before.
"Sierra, what's wrong?" She gazes at me as if for the first time. What did that Thomas boy do?
She recovers. "Nothing, I'm just, tired. I'll see you in the morning!" She turns to walk away, but I stop her.
"Do you even know where to go?"
Realization crosses her face. "Oh no, I don't." What is wrong with you Sierra, what is wrong with you?
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Time passes. I lie in my bed and stare at the ceiling. Francesca led me in here and made sure I was comfortable. She thinks there's something wrong with me. I don't feel any different. After I told her about my meeting with Dean, her and I argued. She doesn't think it wise, but it's not as if I have a choice. I need to see those eyes again. She doesn't understand that…
The clock on the wall says 1:15 I've been lying here for three hours. I need to get going…
The walls between Francesca's and my room are very thin. She made it that way. I decide to use the sneaking skills I was taught. The viper is quick, the viper is silent, the viper never gets caught.
Five minutes later, I find myself out of the dormitory, but as I close the portrait, the young woman hisses at me her opinions of my actions. "Don't do this. You will suffer the consequences…" Her turquoise eyes beg me not to leave, but I have to. I can't help it.
Up and up the floors. I don't know if I have control anymore. My mind tells me to stop, to go back, but I know I can't. I'm no longer in control. I never should have agreed to go, but I feel so lost without his eyes.
It's cold up here, the Astronomy Tower always is. I used to come up here to think, but now I'm here for a purpose that not even I know of.
"Dean? Are you in here?" My voice echoes, but it's not unheard.
"Who's Dean?" The cold emptiness has reached outside of my body now. I can see my silvery breath, same thing as… the train.
An arm around my waist, and I know I'm not safe. His face against my cheek and I don't feel comfortable. "There is no Dean… Sierra." His fangs graze my throat. "I'm hungry. I've been waiting for your blood. The queen can't remain without pain now can she?"
"I've never been without pain. Every moment I think of you I want to cry out in pain. Pain is not foreign Michael. It's not foreign." Strength in a difficult situation isn't foreign either.
"Fine. Ruin my moment of power. You trusted Dean didn't you? I knew that he was familiar enough for you to agree, and the fact that he was so attractive to you. You needed to see his eyes didn't you. Well, here's news, those were mine." I realize that he is right. Dean's eyes are chocolate brown not the most beautiful shade of blue I have ever seen… No. It's happening again. The hot breath gives me chills and he takes a gentle bite that draws no blood, but I feel dirty.
"Why am I being affected by you? I'm not supposed to like you. I'm supposed to like…" I leave the name for him to know.
"Draco. You always liked him better, well, that is except for the time when you were mine. You know who kissed you first, who looked at you in that way. I am your first whether you like it or not Sierra." My name is always a whisper. Why a whisper? Why am I not fighting back? His grip is limp. "Don't even try it. I can run faster than you ever could, remember?"
He's right. "It doesn't matter, but that's not the point. Why am I here and where is Dean?"
He just laughs. "Don't you understand? Dean isn't alive. When you kissed him on the train, that wasn't him."
"No." No, no, no! That's not right! I feel myself crying.
"I'm sad to know that that hurts you so much." He's breathing deeply. Something's bothering him. He's hungry. He probably hasn't fed in a while. He was going to, but I distracted him, that, and he doesn't want to hurt me.
"I'm happy to hear that." I raise my hand and cup his neck. I can't see him because once more he's behind me.
"What are you doing?" He's getting uncomfortable like I was. I learned this long ago that you touch their neck, they want the blood more badly. This can be your ultimate demise Michael.
"Nothing." I take my hand away and put it on mine. The scent should attract him by now.
"You shouldn't do that. He's holding on me more tightly, but he's moved his face away. He doesn't want to risk it. "You could get hurt." His voice is getting stronger. "You know how that prophecy works right?"
I just nod. Of course I do!
"Do you know that the Vampire has to bite the Queen in order to make her his?" Oh crap. "Now you see."
"That doesn't mean anything."
"Oh, yes it does." He releases me and I try to move but all I hear within myself is No no no…
"I thought you'd understand. I'm more powerful than I was when we were children. I could only get a bird to stop in flight and fall upon the streets. However, now I can make the human body entirely immobile." He stands in front of me. "You're not as pretty as a mudblood." He raises his hand. What is he doing? Oh god. I can't talk.
I feel the change going through me, my hair is longer and I've gotten taller. I feel other areas developing more. This Hermione girl doesn't develop much, but it is known in my family for the women to do so very much. He notices this.
"Much better. Now you look the way you should. You're not a disgrace anymore. It'll be much easier to feed now."
"No." I can move my hands now, he's losing concentration I guess that transformation came in handy cause now all he can do is look at me. "No you won't."
"Why is that?"
My arms. "Because I don't want you." My whole torso can move.
"That doesn't mean anything, I want you." He comes forward and leans in towards my neck.
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He gets thrown back out the window of the stone tower. Oh my god. I lean out foolishly, but I have to see it for myself. He's at the bottom of the 50-foot tower, motionless. The shock is overwhelming.
I killed him. My heart feels as if it's going to burst. Empty, empty… All the blood goes to my head and all I see is a dark figure by the window.
Author's Note: So there we go. I know, I know.
Reader: Why the fuck did it take so long?!!!
Me: No inspiration.
Anyways, I'm just going to finish the stories off one at a time. I'll try to write the 9th chapter as soon as possible. I'm really excited about this chapter. Hope you like it!
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